What the hell am I becoming?
Rika offers me help, acting all worried. I hate it when that happens.
I called her so many things. She called me so many things.
In the end, it feels like the two of us don't know each other that well.
She accused me of killing him.
I DIDN'T KILL HIM DAMNIT.
Oh, and Al came back. His jacket got burned with the fire. Kid looked so...defeated. How the hell does one breakup to that to someone?
I feel like all of the sympathy in me has suddenly drained away. Like there is this cold spot there where I used to melt so easily.
I've been having nightmares. This time about Luna. It mostly involves her jumping in front of me to take a hit, and being struck with something sharp.
I always have the need to throw up after those dreams.
I can't stand it. I can't. I didn't think it would be so horrible when we went down to that accursed 'Underland'...I didn't think someone would die. I didn't think I would watch as a tiger died right in front of my eyes, without a second thought. Then...they set that rabbit on fire, and it was burning...
Excuse me, I need to barf again.
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(( What's this? It seems to be written at a later time. ))
Don't you get it, you idiot?
Run.
Run like hell.
Staying here any longer is only going to endanger you farther.
You with your obnoxious heroine-complex, thinking you can save everyone when you have your own problems...Problems that are getting nearer and nearer every day.
Are you seriously just going to sit around, waiting? Like you've already given up to fate. You want to stop it, then run. I swear, you would make the shittiest outlaw ever.
I went too far, I know I did. I'm just as much of a hypocrite as you.
See this is the part where you run.
Noble intentions won't stop this room from burning.
